My friend Craig just posted this in his journal:

Jon and I went to Golden Coral sunday and they were asking the people in line how many people per table. The guy in front of us was by himself and it was the saddest shit you’ve ever heard when he said “One.” For hours all I could think was “Jesus christ, I gotta get married before 30,” because all I could think about was being in my 40’s, eating alone at golden coral on father’s day.

I have to agree. That’s a pretty depressing mental image. I have no idea if I want kids or not, but being in your 40s and eating alone at Golden Corral on any day would pretty much suck.